Wednesday, November 6, 2013

I listened to Bill Evans on Pandora while reading these pages on my laptop. About halfway through my reading I was distracted by the sunset and got up to take a photograph with my mobile phone. Now, in the dark, I type with my glowing screen in the foreground and the lights of city buildings and passing headlights shimmering on the river outside my hotel room, and I share my sunset with you, here on my blog.

So, it seems, the rabbit hole does have its advantages for the shared wonder of sunsets and communion of city lights. Lovely.

But.

I drove past a postman delivering mail yesterday and was overwhelmed with a longing for a letter from a friend or relative in my mailbox. I received one a few months ago after a fast of years and delayed opening it in order to postpone the ending of such a rare pleasure.

I forswore emailing for years but am now following the crowd. I even leave off the dearsies and love-yous half of the time. Chagrin.

There's something about city sunsets that makes me want to dance, with something strong in my hand. Perhaps the sky light effortlessly surpassing all the other lesser, artificial lights. Perhaps the promise of evening. I'm thankful for both image and article...